Lin Fu rolled over, her beautiful legs suddenly draped over Fu Xing's body as she clung to him like an octopus, unconsciously rubbing her cheek against his arm.
The unintentional gesture of intimacy could soften even the hardest heart, and Fu Xing let go, embracing Lin Fu and closing his eyes.
Monger had been busy preparing all the ingredients for the barbecue and then realized that the Commander hadn't come out of his room. Not daring to disturb him, he contacted Randall.
"Put the ingredients in the preservation room, the Commander might need them tomorrow."
"Okay."
There was an existing preservation room in the villa that could keep the ingredients absolutely fresh. After finishing up, Monger came out to find Randall squatting by the roadside smoking, surrounded by a haze of smoke, with many cigarette butts on the ground, and a naïve-looking cleaning robot standing by his feet eagerly wanting to clean them up.
